This day those around the voiceless billion folks living in the corrupting dinginess of urban slums will rest, consume, adoration, love, life commencement and endure in the toxic destitution of the globe's "human zoos." Some will memorize to stroll, others to pass on. All will endure. The shock of sprawling slums like Cono Sur in Lima, Sadar Urban area in Baghdad, or the dehumanizing filth of Metro Manila are decently-archived 3rd universe loathings. With over 400 metros whose citizenry outpaces one million, the time when the urban inhabitants present of the earth dwarfs the rustic at present has reached. The dumps Line in business district Los Angeles. This evening 9,000 homeless individuals will go to sleep on cement in rodent invaded tent settlements in this 24/7 break and heroin general store. 90% of them could be African American. All a stones fling from 5 star inns where the leaders of the unlimited planet and rulers of industry slumber in richness in one of the richest economies on the planet.

In midtown Los Angeles where split smoking addicts and dope rascals, pack-bangers and motion picture stars, trustafarian thrill seekers and land artists all rub elbows on a network where caregivers and humanitarians coincide with Crips and Bloods slanging shakes side by side in the nation's most expansive pill grocery store. What LAPD Centermost Division Police Chief Andrew Smith calls "A Marti Gras on break." Where soccer mothers and homeless addicts purchase split in plain see in expansive sunshine, as whores turn five-buck tricks in Porta-Poddys while tykes sit tight for school transports.